Page 115 of Storm over the Caribbean
Holyhellyes!
That bloody insane bastard! Had he been playing the iceberg for so long that his brain was frozen? If he tried something like that again, I’d…I’d…
…stay here, safe and sound.
As much as I hated to admit it, what the mocking little voice at the back of my mind whispered was the truth. Because… I might be willing to risk my own neck in that blood-spattered chaos out there, I might even be willing to whack a sailor or two over the head—but I wasnotwilling to endanger the life of Qwerty Ambrose.
And yes, that’s the name I was going to give my baby. Got any problems with that?
Thus, because of my little one, I was staying firmly where I was, far away from the massacre.
Yet…
Yet I couldn’t help but wish I could be out there! I couldn’t help but wish I were on that other ship, fighting beside him!
“Oy! Look behind you!” one of the enemy sailors shouted. “There’s one of the bloody pira—ugh!”
Not that it seemed to be necessary.
Mr Ambrose came to his feet in one smooth move, his knife slashing at the two sailors who had turned to face him, proving why he was known as a cutthroat businessman. Both dropped to the ground, clutching their bloody necks. When two more turnedaround and raised their pistols, he threw himself to the deck and kicked out.
“Wha—aaaaaaah!”
Legs kicked out from under them, the two men toppled backwards. Their shots went wide, and with a quick punch each, they were sent sailing over the railing and straight into the ocean below. Snatching up the men’s discarded pistols, Mr Ambrose wasted no time in starting to eliminate the competition.
Bang! Bang!
More sailors turned, quickly realizing what was going on behind them. But not quickly enough. Mr Ambrose fired.
Bang!
And fired. And fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wow. He really loved firing people, didn’t he?
Bang!
Or at them, apparently.
But suddenly, things got serious. A door leading into the ship was flung open, and a row of men in red-and-white uniforms dashed out.
Well, look at that. Here’s the reason we were fired upon the moment they spotted us. We’ve encountered a vessel belonging to her Majesty’s Royal Navy. The bloody Royal Navy!
Shit crap damn! Why does this kind of stuff keep happening to me?
Look at the bright side, Lilly! At least now you can get some real experience as a pirate! Arrr, matey!
Sometimes I really hated that inner voice of mine.
“Load!” a voice roared over the din. Probably an officer. Definitely someone who should be offed.
Mr Ambrose whirled around to face the new foes. But he was half a ship’s length away from the soldiers.
“Aim!” the officer bellowed.
Oh…to hell with it!
